The darker, stickier recesses of the Regular mind are our spelunking playground. We stick you between our toes and eat your women. We know what your bathing suit covers. We have no health insurance.

Behold the Klown Kollective, a korps of klowns for which there is no kure.

We perform rehearsed and improv random acts of spontaneous kartoony kombustion, and are perfectly willing to whore ourselves out for kustom kapers for the right price.

http://tribes.tribe.net/klownkollective